Stop The World

Stop The World Lyrics

[Hook]
Stop the world

[Verse 1: Lord Black]
Heard you been waiting on a knowledge-dropping song
This will teach you right from wrong, the deal is you must be strong
Stop the world, a new sound made up by Africans
You have to (show the world) just like you were Jamaican
The world is lopsided, we're living proof
When I'm at a club, brothers act un-(cool)
We're eager to reach people who are not aware
Of black awareness and how the government is not fair
Because of that this word we send, don't be surprised
My name is Lord Black (dark skin, brown eyes)
They're not contacts (I'm not living like that)
Support black movements by Black Rock and Ron
Instead of wasting your money on (Gucci, Louis Vuitton)
Who's to blame, there shouldn't be no shame in the game
I'm black not a wannabe, or a gonna be
I'm a def MC, in this industry
What we ought to do is come together
With positive thoughts that are keen and clever
If you have a goal you should go full strength
If it's a positive thing, you can go the length
Some brothers act fool, they're getting me fed
You need to lay off the drugs and read a book instead
Respect your brother man, wash each other's hand
We must take a stand, then on the other hand
Take back the motherland, and... stop the world

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Master Rock]
This jam is for all not two nerds on the kerb
(That's how I'm living), a household word
Stop the world, be global
(That's living)And every Sunday I watch Gil Noble
We must prepare those unaware
Blind, deaf and dumb, we shall all overcome
Ten ounces of knowledge is what I'm manifesting
I got the answers, you got the questions
Why do we struggle, fight and kill one another
When you're supposed to be (Peace my brother)
Your knowledge is little and I've got a lot
Emcees who pop shit you put yourself on the spot
Hip Hop is a mission and we try to be hard
But the world is soft except mighty (God)
You bite, I bite, yo, we're all biters
Well writers of poetry, we're not hypocrites or lunatics
Hip Hop is politics, check out the statistics
The rap critics try to hold us down, stab our backs, but we're
(Too black, too strong)
I'm not wrong, you live by the sword you're gonna die by the lord
Yo (freeze...)
Put down that knife
(Rapping is my life)
That's what this jam's about
The rap group's gonna teach those troops
It's how some demonstrate, educate, keep building
Stop the world and save all the children
Baiting us, hating, no trust in lust
You think you're better than us, that's why we must
Stop the world before judgement day
And everybody listen close to what I say, c'mon
Men, women, all you boys and girls
Let's get it together and... stop the world

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lord Black]
Stop don't point, I got mine get (yours)
When this world was created, Allah made it spin
You thought my crew fell off, think again my friend
Oh (yes), it's (Black) and I'm back (y'all)
With a powerful movement that will never fall
It's time, I won't resign, I'm gonna (get it right)
What's rightfully mine
To stop the world it's a mission, we want people to listen
Like Martin Luther King he stopped the world before
If people didn't listen, it would have been another civil war
I'm down for science for the unaware born
This beat is raw, that's what we're giving
Ron, can we get paid (that's how I'm living)
So open the door (down by law)

[Master Rock]
Stop the world is a complete thought
A positive message cause we've taken too much shorts
We've wasted our time, paid our dues, cried the blues
And now it's time to change our shoes
How does it feel when the shoe's on the next foot
Like Kunta Kinte we all had to stay put
As you all know, two hundred years ago, we were peasants
This is a Black, Rock and Ron, Tony and Tommy production
To stop chaos, crime and all of corruption
I'm down with the movement like a X-Man
Not trying to disrespect the next man
Stay on point, mental and physical shape
I don't sell drugs, I sell records and tapes
Some tracks I teach and some tracks are for fun
If we can't do it it can't be done
Money making...
(What's up)
Pump the shotgun
That's just a warning, don't be here in the morning
It is our turf, we call it planet Earth
We all want peace but can we do it in peace
In New York I'm a gangster because of my looks
When I walk down the street I'm harassed by the jooks
"Why was you running?"
"Why was you chasing me?"
Like a pipe in my face trying to base me
Like Anita Baker, I'm caught up in a rapture
I'm not a crook it's the hook from my lyric book
Another chapter called Stop the World

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About “Stop The World”

Probably Black Rock & Ron’s most well-known song, this frantic mix of positive lyrics, breakbeats and scratches is a great example of post-PE New York Hip Hop.